Luyện nghe bài hát 4 Am

Uhh.. Welcome to
planes, long flights
Welcome to the

Destinies fulfilled off the filling the pillow talking
How you my highs, I hope you built the coffin
I got virgin lungs excuse the coughing
Think I'm to blow, they call me George from Boston
Respect is never so I confiscate it
Get acquainted mine I get them acclimated
Cherry red I'm a gambling man I'm never taking twice
Had to escape the
This ain't for ordinary people, don't me to rappers
I'm to be like The Beatles,
Give me some soul money, is gassed up
Tell to keep it running, I'm keeping the grass cut
No snakes, hating niggers don't get no pussy
So more for me, she invited me in her mouth
You know it's cordially, we throwin' racks, she please don't talk to me
All my niggers is winning, out to Charlie Sheen
I spit the metronome's a money machine
A money machine, of course I'm to be the king that was part of my dream
And wale told me fuck so we fuck yall, we don't love y'all
B.O.T. above y'all, patron at 4 am, fuck the last call
We heard of that, and we aint hear of y'all

Doggin, Hard listen, mean muggin for when niggas don't see C's til they see the judges
Dark of town, baby mama blues,
drama ensues niggers Ndomakong Suh
Old lyin ass as boys,
Why you knock that bitch up if you cant it out boy
I'm a tenant my opinion is

I'm here forever, these other niggers scribble in
Got indelible colors, look when they're buzzing
I'm at Dallas with luggage straight to the money
And you don't understand my slang my colloquial is
So they quote me and love me like I'm a poet or
Hoe I it, I punt it like Reggie Roby or something
Shady bitches'll me, Reggie Smokers disgust me
Make the least of you haters, the most of your money
that consistent drive long as your motor's running

I to heat up mama house by opening ovens
Now mama see that shit on Oprah and know that it's
That's real shit, it's bigger rap, my n-gga Cole busy, but genius is back
I up my spliff take a sip of my yack
Thinking back of when the city weren't of rap
They weren't of rap, they weren't giving a f-ck
Now everywhere I go be giving it up
I it all from Barry Farms to Sursum Corders
They had that rocking like a Park that's word to Mike
Shout out to Ginnny and free my n-gga Ricky
We always for polo, we miss you little Penny
We skip college, dollars and black pennies
Not in the kingdom of Zamunda but it's mad
Where bad bitches with bad intentions just act

where they love you then they hate you, go and ask Fifty
Yeah, go and ask
They love you then they you, go and ask fifty
Go and ask fenty, hating ass n-gga, sweeter than
Who got the juice ?
n-gga,
n-gga,
My... dont keep it nigga
work, work, work, work, work.